kick it!

goodbye texas gas

2008-09-14T21:19:00.005-05:00

hello days on bikes!

^me and James [sorry the picture is so small]
no joke, all of the gas stations are clean outta gas. most of you know by now, this is mostly for my mom who is in Europe. [also mom: i got a 91 on the second math test!!!] anyways, it seems unfair that i get my car/license soon and i wont even be able to drive!

side notes: vote O'08 and vote no on 2 [www.votenoon2.com] if your smart.

this is the first day of my life

2008-08-15T16:53:00.000-05:00

Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you

the biggest flaw of a blogger

2008-07-06T01:00:00.003-05:00

i don't know how to word my mind.

breakfast or dessert?

2008-07-03T10:28:00.001-05:00

films

2008-06-30T14:07:00.009-05:00

call me Marla

2008-06-10T10:07:00.006-05:00

the lawn man is certainly a good man. he does what we, three wimpy girls, have no desire doing. but he is not a very liked man at 9 in the morning when the lawn mower is so close to the outside of the window and your head you can feel the shaking in your eye balls which i might add are closed because its summer for goodness sake! which means that bratty lil high school kids, like my self, can and will sleep until 12 or 1 in the afternoon. so after this surprising grass cutting alarm clock i made the choice to accompany my mom to work because it held a possible shopping date. so on our way to work my mothers tells me that we need to go to Starbucks because she is meeting with someone about documenting their wedding which my mother is not taking on independently. (she gonna love me for this, her website is www.ingafinchphotography.com) Ok so on with my morning. we arrive at Starbucks, which will probably get outlawed soon because coffee shops are similar to heavy drugs. i started reading Eat Pray Love last night so i took a seat and continued reading as my mother was 'getting the job done' haha. so i am considering becoming a frequent cigarette smoker and attend cancer anonymous meetings like Marla Singer from Fight Club because the truth is, i love eavesdropping on people and listening to conversations that were not meant for me. Starbucks is the best place to eavesdrop on people because coffee makes people a waterfall of words. people cant shut the hell up when you place them in a coffee shop with a dear friend. its pathetic really, but this just also goes along with my point that coffee shops are like drugs, you say things you wish you hadn't. well while i was reading i couldn't help but listen to a few people. one girl was telling a man about how her dad was disappointed because she was 30 and wearing jeans, a tee shirt, flip flops and quit her job. then she started blabbering about her band and how "guitars and drums are so expensive these days." another girl was talking to 2 other girls about how her brother and when he was 16 lied about his age. (she talked really quite and i didn't get much information from her) but later when shes sitting around her house i bet she'll regret telling her brothers life story to these 2 girls who she didn't know that well. maybe her brother died due to drug abuse so now she feels extra regretful. she'll think "oh, my brothers life is not for me to tell." and she'll probably buy some more Starbucks to sooth her because her brother isn't alive to forgive her big mouth. anyways, back to Starbucks, i sat at this small little coffee bar where the lighting laid nicely across my book and i sipped zen tea imagining if i was gonna end up like these crazy ladies. another plus to my seat was that i was facing the path of where cars pull out of the drive-threw. so while i was reading or eavesdropping, i also was staring at clueless people try to get there cup organized and drive at the same time! maybe I'm easily amused or maybe everyone likes to play the "figure this guy out" game. i always think the worst. if i women pulls threw the drive-threw with 2 empty car seats in the back i wont think "oh this women just drooped her kids off at day camp and now she off to work" but instead I'll think "this lady wants kids so bad but cant get pregnant, she wants some kids so bad that she convinced her self that those 2 empty car seats have kids in them and she talks to them and everything."

so that was my morning.

wtf!

2008-04-22T19:48:00.002-05:00

dont you love it when your computer does this?

i enjoy it the most when i am writing a paper(:

exactly

2008-04-03T09:59:00.002-05:00

happiness is when you are oblivious

Rocky Horror Picture Show

2008-02-27T20:23:00.006-05:00

the experience of a life time! me and Amelia went to the most life changing performance of FSU's live RockyHorror Picture Show. it was our first time and we were considered "virgins" but thank god there was no V's painted on our foreheads. we rented the movie before we went so we were not totally clueless. we learned the Time Warp and all that good stuff. then one of my favorite parts came, DRESSING UP! heck yes! me and Amelia went all out and crazy on costumes. she was Magenta and i was just part of the crowd. and yes, you do get to see some pictures but really i should make you pay.

and we went to the play and yelled "slut" and "asshole" when ever they said Janet and Brad. Don't worry Rocky Horror Picture Show, you haven't seen the last of Chelsea Finch and Amelia Brown

hey good lookin

2008-02-07T16:39:00.001-05:00

what cha been cookin?

Courtesy of Ms. Page Armstrong

2008-02-04T15:46:00.001-05:00

My new favorite book:
The Perks of Being a Wallflower

GREAT BOOK! i recommend it to any teens that want a new way to look at life. its about this boy who writes to someone telling him all about his first year of high school. i'm not going into detail because i wont be able to do it justice.

My new favorite movie:
Harold and Maude

My step Grandpa use to watch this movie all the time. i don't remember of course because i was very young. When i was in 8th grade Sebastian's dad put it on but i didn't really pay attention. so when Page started talking about it i was like "YES! we have to watch it!" so i came over and we went to the Movie Gallery and guess what!!? they didn't have it! stupid Movie Gallery didn't even have Drop Dead Fred... but no matter I'd watch it another time. so finally i got my mom to rent it for me. i LOVED it!! its original and fun. i watched it three times in one weekend. i recommend this movie to anyone and everyone!

The best part about Japanese horror films...

2008-01-23T21:26:00.000-05:00

people scream in English.

welcome to the world.

2008-01-07T01:11:00.000-05:00

dear mommy,

2007-09-02T20:52:00.000-05:00

you were right, and i am sorry.
i will lisen to you and never drink red bull again....
it made me and heaven so sick. we have had upset tummies since Friday night.

and we are still recovering.

KEYwest.

2007-08-27T21:29:00.000-05:00

hey there pig kid.

2007-08-22T20:25:00.000-05:00

so everyday my Spanish teacher, Ms. Huterson, says, "Pick a partner everyone!" and everyone immediately has a partner and i don't! like they planned this before class or something. so i go around asking everyone... "do you have a partner?" or "wanna be my partner?" and the answer is always the same, "I already have a partner." so i decided I'll just do it by myself.

well on Tuesday i looked over and saw that this kid didn't have a partner so i asked; "do you have a partner?" and he looked at me and gave me the meanest "NO!" who i am and being so nice and all i asked if he would like to be my partner. He gave me the same harsh no... "NO!" so i said "why?" and he didn't even give me an answer. so i just sat down and did my work.

by myself.

then the teacher came up and she asked him if he had a partner. guess what he said the exact same no. "NO!" man, this is kid was WEIRD! so she asked me to be partners with him.

oh golly...

so i tried to work with him but i think he was pertending to be mentally ill or he just really was. not really sure... but anyways he was difficult to get anything done with, so i gave up and started to do it on my own. but since i had struggled so much trying to help him i had not answered 3 questions and time was up. so i leaned in to this guy sitting in front of me and asked to copy his last answers. then all of a sudden i hear this wispier voice go "CHEATER!" i was like OMG KID! leave me alone... not really but i wanted to say that. but i just didn't pay attention to it.

but he kept bring conversation up to the plate.

"are you new here?"

"yes, I'm a freshman" i said confused...

"really cause you look like a sophomore" he said

"thanks..."

...... long pause.... i mean i didn't have anything to say..... (the pause is still going...)...

then he leaned into me and said "your not a very fun person"....

i was like WELL DAMN! but i didn't really know what to say so i said... "I'm sorry" haha

well even though i am not a fun person to him he still kept talking to me.

"you like my drawing?" i looked over and saw this were pig thing... "OH YES! it's cool" i said. i mean i didn't want to hurt his feelings.. could you imagine! "is that a pig" i asked and he said yes proudly "is that guts???" i asked but the pig kid just said no so i asked him what they were then... the pig kid replied oh those are guts... "OK... so is that mud?" i asked then he said "no, that's mud." haha

finally class was over and the pig kid was about to tear up the picture after he had doodled more unique things on it. "Wait! can i have that?" i asked and he said "you don't want this" and i said yes i do and i took it from his hands and put it in my back pack and then he said "why? so you can show your friends you met the weirdest kid today?" i think i came up with a quick and clever answer it was this really harsh no kinda like his...

"NO!"

then i left. but then today i sat away from that pig kid and every time i looked over there he was staring at me... but he's the only friend I've made in that Spanish class.

May

2007-07-09T13:41:00.000-05:00

is national masturbation month...

but for this dog....

...every month is national masturbation month. we blame the owners for neglecting her.

It all started as a young pup. Miss Parker was the cutest of her time and destine for royalty! But instead she ended up in a double wide trailer with two overly clingy little girls.

Some time went by and at first it started out little. We [the owners] started calling her Parker instead of Miss Parker! She didn't feel she was getting attention as much as a dog of her status should. soon Miss Parker had no where to turn, she was like hooked on drugs with no drug dealer in town. when people would come over she wouldn't leave them alone. when a hand was near the floor, Parker was there! when feet would hang over the side of chairs, Parker was there! she would move herself back and forth under the limp body part as a way of making you scratch her. it wasn't so bad i mean we didn't have to do any work and Parker got petted.

one day Parker was rubbing her back on my foot as i watched television. she was pleased that her "hot spot" was getting scratched and was making some noises. joking around my mom said "she's like masturbating on your foot"

.... um... EW!
so from now on Parker cant even do that because it reminds me of masturbation!

like mother like daughter

2007-06-27T18:12:00.000-05:00

the more i grow older the more i hear "You look just like your mom" compared to when i was younger; i couldn't help but to be told non-stop "you are a spitting image of your father!" i hated it, why the the heck would i wanna look like a guy!!??

once i told my mom the disgust i had with everyone telling me i looked like my dad, so she joked around telling me that when anyone said that to me to answer "i may look like my dad but i have a freckle on my butt just like my mom" haha she laughed but little did she know since i was 5 i didn't understand that she was being sarcastic about the whole thing. one day when i was at my mothers work a man who i suppose must have known my dad told me that i looked so much like him. thinking quick i told him "yes but i have a pimple on my butt just like my mom!!" with the biggest smile on my face ever. he looked confused and laughed a little. my mom came running out red in the face. "OH NO sir!!" she told him "she meant freckle! freckle, not pimple!!" and then she told him the whole story. that day i learned to recognize my moms sarcasm.

but anyways... these days I've heard my looks being compared to my mom so much that i question whether or not I AM MY MOM! its not a bad thing to look like my mom but I've started to act like my mom too. i am stuck to my computer i cant get away from it!! i also lack the ability to clean/do laundry. oh my and I've started to watch a couple of "staged" reality shows! its all in good health might i add! but at least i haven't discovered a craving for diet coke 24/7!!

:]

Witness and Innocent Bystander

2007-06-13T19:55:00.000-05:00

This morning was a working morning for me... in other words I got up really REALLY early... like 7 o'clock am! First I needed a lunch, second my mom needed gas, and third I REALLY wanted a morning Sobe! So we stopped by the gas station. I waited in the car and tied my shoes while my mom did all the above. I watched as a boy no older than 17 slowly made his way into the store, he kept looking around like he was really paranoid. My mom was in the store working on #1 and #3 and I was worried about her safety, as maybe this man was coming in to rob and had a gun. Talking my self out of the ridiculous idea I went on with tying my shoes… but kept my eye on the boy. He came up to the register and asked to see one of the scratch off lotto tickets... like any normal human would do... he was searching in this pockets for some cash when he started walking to the door. The man behind the cash register said something and the boy said something back, he looked around the parking lot. Then out of no where he jetted off, made a sharp left and was out of eye range. The cashier "jumped over" the counter and ran after him! I was amazed that I had witnessed the whole thing up front! The cashier came back empty handed... not that a 20$ scratch off lotto ticket really mattered much... then we left .......and ......I went to work... that’s it I guess...

employment of power

2007-06-11T10:46:00.000-05:00

I have a job.
:]

OK sorta, i am working Monday's and Wednesday's at my grandmothers flower shop. It gives me something to do and I'm getting paid! oh la la. today is my first day, it is 12:00pm and i am about to go back to working after taking a little lunch break. so far i have striped roses, trashed boxes, watered plants and shredded a ton of paper. what next? I don't know but i still have 4 hours!

YAY EMPLOYMENT!!

The Long Journey

2007-06-10T11:38:00.000-05:00

This school year was my very last at School of Arts and Sciences, (S.A.S.) This school was much like a safe haven to me as it was, let me put it, "Hippie Dippy!"

I was attending Tallahassee Day School, another "Hippie Dippy" school who’s motto was "Peace and Love", but it was time for me to move up in schools. we found a loving school starting at kindergarten threw 8th grade. The school was supposed to open... but due to some delays... it didn’t. a quick alternative plan was put into action and I was placed in Astoria Park Elementary, a public "non-hippie" school. S.A.S. finally opened in fall of 1999 and my mom and dad placed me in the tiny Charter School of about 200 kids. I had about 20 kids in my class and it was better then the previous year at Astoria Park. My class instead of 1st-3rd graders as the school believed kids of all ages should work together. My teachers names where Ms. Mary, a always happy lesbian teacher, and Ms. Carly, the mean very strict teacher. the school year went great! we were glad we had found such a caring school. I met two friends Haven Mills and Blair Crumpler we traveled with each other through out the years.

Then it was time for intermediate! I was a big kid now and I had everything going for me. I entered Ms. Kathy's and Ms. Hook's class with my two best friends. now my class ranged from 3rd-5th graders. Threw out the years we changed teachers and classrooms but no matter what Haven, Blair and I were always together. we had grown together and I didn’t know what life would be like with out them. We considered ourselves a triangle of girls. there was usually some sort of disagreement or fight but it had its way of working its self out. when we were in 5th grade we were at the top of the class, you may even say we were popular. Next we were off to Middle School!!! Then Blair told us of how she was going to attend deer lake for middle school and this was her last year at S.A.S. it was the end of the triangle and even though we stayed in touch at first, now it seems as I hardly know her.

Middle School was the top of the food chain. me and haven entered 6th grade feeling powerful as ever. but to our surprise 8th graders hate little 6th graders who think they're all that. At first I didn’t have so many friends and the year seemed disappointing. but then I made friends with Ariel Ryals-Trammel, I changed myself to fit in with her crowd. I started to lose my tight friendship with Haven and she noticed!! many conflicts came up and it seemed we had completely slipped away from each other. I started dating anyone who at the least bit seemed interested. I became super preppy and Haven stayed herself. at the end of 7th grade things became better and me and Haven we friends again, but it wasn’t the same. but now I was ready for 8th grade! the very last grade till high school.

8th grade started as I expected, I knew all about S.A.S and had all the friends I could ask for. But I started to mature and I wasn’t so preppy. In September I started dating Sebastian Robertson and at first I considered this another guy I would dump in 2 months or so, but to my surprise I stayed with this amazing boy all through out our last year at S.A.S. and we've been dating for 9th months, so far. I kept my Best Friend Ariel but lost all my friends who liked me only for the clothes I wore. i had changed myself for the good and i felt oldder. Soon me and Haven were Best friends agian. Sebastian help me the most that year and I was devastated when I heard we would not be attending the same high school.

graduation arrived and I couldn't believe I had been at S.A.S from the very beginning. I held my own flower and paper and released I had done it. I had survived growing up. Haven (our President for 8th grade) said a speech and made me cry so hard. "we are done with S.A.S" she said as she held tears back. at that line I realized how much S.A.S. had offered me.

it is now currently summer and I am scared of high school. I still cry at the thought that I will not see Haven or Sebastian at the high school I will be attending. (LEON) I will have my best friend Ariel at Leon and I’m glad we are such great friends. My greatest fear of high school is changing, I don’t want to change or any of my friends to change and us not be able to stay together. I cant believe I don’t go to the school of Arts and Sciences anymore.

Thanks S.A.S. for the best education and environment a school could offer!